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October 26, 2010

Not so innocent

Sweet aren’t they? Dozing off in the slanted sunlight of Sunday afternoon, Frito and Inky would seem to be the picture of well-behaved little poochies. But don’t be fooled, they’re intent on escaping the Rancho! As tiny pups they found ways to get out, so we went to great pains to secure along the fence … and it worked for a while. Then Inky went missing for a few days and we thought we’d lost her, only to have her returned by a vacationing good Samaritan. But, a few months ago they found another way out; during our frantic hunt, they came galloping happily up from Evergreen Cemetery. How they got out, we don’t know to this day … Last week Paul came home during the day and wasn’t able to find them again. So, as in the past, a crazed search ensued, with name shouting and asking strangers if they’d seen them … only to learn they’d been found and taken in at a nearby mental health facility. This time we found their escape hatch and fixed it … They went missing again today … followed by the same routine: searching, shouting, strangers. All of which ended when both pooches were brought home in an animal control paddy wagon. They had been haunting the cemetery again, barking at visitors there. Animal control authorities located their home via their ID chips; they warned about fines that would be levied against us if they went running loose again ($500 — each!). Needless to say we have to revisit our tactics and come up with truly secure security measures. But, why, with all the space they have to roam around in here, do they want to get out? … They seem so happy when we’re all together watching ‘The Real Housewives of Atlanta’ …


Like the parents of incorrigible children, we can’t figure out why, after giving them everything they could need and use, they would want to leave us? Oh, sure, we chastise them when they bring trash into the house and present it to us like it’s fine jewels … and, we do admonish them not to be so licky and jumpy, and — NO! — they should not dive through their doggie door with our socks, or chew on prized succulents … But, on the other hand we’ve also taken them for shots, had them ID chip-implanted, given them the finest food, bought them innumerable chew toys, even color-complementary harnesses and leashes … It’s hard to know what goes on their little doggy brains; they’re so instinct-driven and subject to their natural urges … Maybe there’re smells out there they just really can’t resist? … Maybe we’ve offered them so much unconditional love, they now have overinflated self-esteems that are forcing them to expand their territory to include the historic Evergreen Cemetery, maybe all of Riverside? Whatever it is we have to do something, and quick! Exorbitant fine amount aside, there’s a lot to fear out there for such little poochies: cars, coyotes, pitbulls, kidnappers, to name the biggies … So — are Frito and Inky rampant runners and emotional terrorists, just itching to get out and upset us again by putting themselves at risk? Intellectually, I know they aren’t. But it can sure feel that way when we’re out there calling out their names, wondering if they’re okay and if we’ll ever see them again …

Plotting?!

 

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12 Comments leave one →
  1. Mrs. Marriott permalink
    October 26, 2010 5:14 pm

    Emotional terrorists! Ha! Feels that way, sometimes. I wish I had some good advice for you, besides lots of walks, but I don’t. My dog ran out the front door a couple of nights ago, and I freaked right out. I live on a fairly busy, speedy street, and it could get pretty ugly real fast. Luckily, she got as far as the next-door neighbor’s driveway(Dark! Creepy!) before she turned right around and ran to me.
    Good luck with Inky and Frito!

    • reubix1 permalink*
      October 26, 2010 5:29 pm

      Thanks, luck is what we’ll need, I think … now I’m sorry I whined about the succulent noshing because they seem to have replaced that forbidden activity with jail breaks!

  2. dave in Toronto permalink
    October 26, 2010 5:16 pm

    Well, I guess you could buy chicken wire and run it all along the bottom of your fences. …

    • reubix1 permalink*
      October 26, 2010 5:27 pm

      We’ve pretty much done that and somehow they’re still making a break for it … why don’t they love us, Dave?!

  3. October 27, 2010 3:10 am

    Anxiety ! I worry for you and those damn little desperadoes–way too diminutive to be wandering around Riverside. I guess you need a maximum security Rancho-for their own protection. If you have a garage maybe that is the answer-no ambiance for them but safe ..?

    • reubix1 permalink*
      October 27, 2010 3:13 am

      Yup, the garage’s the place for the poochies when Paul leaves the house … it seems they really only make their move when he’s away … fingers crossed this’ll work until we plug all escape hatches.

  4. October 27, 2010 4:10 pm

    my old dog Raj used to do the same thing. When we got her from the Humane Society we were warned. She’d run from them and they’d find her in the morning by the front door. With us, she’d sit at the edge of the driveway waiting for our return and she almost always brought something home. A bowl, she would leave that by the driveway also. We had a collection of them.
    The One Who Would Not Be Tamed.
    It seems there are two others.
    Good Luck!

    • reubix1 permalink*
      October 27, 2010 4:17 pm

      Thanks, it’s nice to know we’re not the only ones with an incorrigible furry kid…

  5. November 3, 2010 10:54 pm

    Maybe those Housewives scare them. They sure scare me, though the Atlanta ones are not as frightening as the Washington DC-ers.

    Hoover went missing here once. After the same screaming, strangers, searching the neighborhood we came back for the car and discovered him sitting in the back seat waiting patiently for a ride.

    • reubix1 permalink*
      November 4, 2010 3:52 am

      You might have a point: the Housewives have been known to scare me, too! … and thanks for the funny story.

  6. AlgaRythums permalink
    October 10, 2011 2:50 am

    I’m sure they love you! What they’re doing is going out looking for you,… because you’re lost, and they just know you’re going to miss your favorite show.

    • reubix1 permalink*
      October 10, 2011 4:10 am

      Ha! You just might be right …

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